A little over 21 years ago I bought my first bike, well bikes. For under 350$ I ended up with two Honda CL350s a leather jacket and a helmet. A few months later a 1979 Triumph Bonneville replaced those two.
A few years go by…
A quick change up to a BSA Royal Star (500 twin). I also pick up a BSA Hornet rotting away in someone’s shed and sell it for parts.
Year or two later, BSA = tuition for a semester.
Somewhere a Honda MB5 (50cc) showed up. Then one day I decided to buy a Vespa, and ended up with a GS160. Soon after comes the Ariel KH and the BSA Sunbeam.
Don’t forget the CB77, the V90 and the Primavera.
Oh, did I mention the B44 Victor Special?
Well, I still have the Ariel and the leather jacket. The B44 is going to be in the hands of a friend in a week or two.
Looking back, you start to realize what you want to be doing versus what you are doing.
The project is a motorbike. Creative has the spark. Development gets the crank turning. QA approves each new gear.
The account rep is the driver while the client is sitting on the back yelling faster and screaming directions.
To keep this machine running we need a project manager/lubrication system. As load and demand on the engine increases the oil needs to flow for it to run smooth. Instead of oil, assets and approvals maybe the occasional warning light for oil pressure or engine temp to slow the driver down.
The piston on the left is what happens to your people when the project management/lubrication fails.
People question my love of arcane and ancient motorcycles. To understand my obsession ask yourself what you think would be a more enjoyable afternoon. Strapping your self in a brand new 4000$ titanium bicycle dressed in spandex, or taking a jaunt dressed up all dapper on a three speed? If you pick the three speed, you know what I am talking about.
Sure, I could buy a new motorcycle. It would work, need little attention, and be reliable. If I did that, would it really be the same? Is it about hopping on two wheels and driving fast or getting there in style with a smile on your face and a sense of accomplishment.
My Wife’s Grandmother used to tell stories of driving their Model T around and having to stop and throw the floorboards in the ditch when they started melting their shoes. To me that sounds like a blast.
Where is the joy and excitement in ultra-reliable bikes? I rarely will take a bike if I actually want to get there anyway.
I gave in this year and let the kids have their own camera. I almost feel guilty. It may be digital, but the dc260 is a clunker. By the time they want to take the second shot it is finally taking the first. Need to find them a camera like my first one, an Olympus RC35.